M-ay the fellow feeling
A-im to remain each day;
E-vading the forlorn life of the saddest blue and gray.
G-roup of happy people
A-llows everyone to smile;
L-oneliness stays for a moment,
O-nly lasting for a while.
N-o more deep dark night to foil the glory of morning;
O-n the thirteenth of February, there's joy and fellow feeling.
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